Chapter 2
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ion in Belvedere, a free boy, a leader afraid of y, proud and sensitive and suspicious, battling against t t of ters cut in tained ared upon ile enttle in greter and foul to s sickness climbed to for a moment he closed his eyes and walked on in darkness.
ill hers voice--
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and opened breaking-suddenly on turned to a fantastic . erpret tters of trous y. Noto an eced cries o no earto ted by s, and repeated sloo himself:
-- I am Stepy. Our room is in toria el. Victoria and Stepeporia. Names.
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